After Becky drove me to my car, I followed her home where she surprisingly had picked for our love scene. I parked behind her on the curve in front of her house, then did a quick scan and found only her older brother and his girlfriend making pizza inside.
"My parents are on their third honeymoon," Becky explained as I walked towards the house with her. "Doug's taking Vess out to eat, so they will be leaving really soon."
As we entered the garage, I said, "Uhm, I hate to be the one to break this to you, but they don't appear to be going anywhere."
"Why do you say that?" she said opening the door leading into the house.
"That's why," I said as Becky stared at the two flour streaked love birds as they nibbled on the same piece of pepperoni.
"Hey.... Becky... Look, Vessy, it's Becky.." Doug said in a slurred voice.
"Hi Becky! Nice to meet you!" Vess said holding her hand out to shake, then started laughing hysterically at her own joke.
Doug tried to help Vess stay on her feet while he laughed along with her, but that just ended up making both of them topple to the floor, Vess landing on top of him, followed by another round of their laughter.
"I don't believe it!" Becky yelled at them. "You're both drunk! Even after Dad warned you not to touch the liquor cabinet, you still did it!"
"He... He....." Vess said before giggling again.
"HeeHee," Doug echoed, causing them both to start laughing so hard they were rolling around on the floor.
"Shit," I said, feeling the only slightly unpleasant queasiness from scanning their minds. "They got her sister to buy them their own bottle of Jack Daniels. They haven't touched your dad's stuff."
"Oh," Becky said, partially relieved, and partially disappointed.
"Who's your friend?" Vess said, suddenly serious.
"Yeah? Did Becky Wecky finally get a little boyfriend?" Doug said still feeling rather silly.
"What's his name?" Vess asked struggling to get up for the third time before giving up and sitting with her legs bent weird.
"I'm Tim. Er, heh. I also go by the name of Timmy.."
"Then that makes me Dougy!" Doug said trying to get up with the help of a nearby chair, only to wind up back on the floor from his giggle fit.
"I think he's cutie," Vess said crawling over to me.
I offered to help her up, but she waved my hand away, then I gasped when her hand grabbed the waistband of my shorts above my crotch. I had to grab the sides to prevent my drawers from going down with the ship as she tried to use it as a handle to pull herself up by. Her other hand reached up and grabbed my left wrist just as my dick started to respond to her palm's pressure, and I helplessly stood there trying my best to keep my stretching shorts from letting my woody see day light.
Her face was just at the level where she noticed my pubic hair was starting to show when I heard the sound of fabric starting to give. My right hand let go of its side and took a hold of her arm as it slipped my shorts down far enough to see my happy sack.
In what would have appeared to have been a comical dance, I struggled to help her up to her feet while trying to slip my shorts back up. The problem was, Vess didn't want either of those two things to succeed, having gotten into her head she wanted to compare me to her drunken lover.
"HEY! WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU TWO DOING!" Doug said, apparently having managed to get back up on his feet.
"I'M TRYING to help her up! But SHE's trying to do something ELSE!" I exclaimed.
Doug walked over and stood watching us from less than a foot away without interfering for over a minute, glancing from my exposed groin and her struggling face.
Finally he suddenly he said, "Let GO of her, FUGGER!" and gave me a shove backwards.
I lost my balance and my grip, and found my bare butt landing in the trashcan behind me with my stretched shorts around my knees.
"You fuggen touch Vess again and I'll fuggen kill you... you fugger," he said pointing his finger at me while helping his girl up.
"Yours is bigger," Vess said to Doug after she took a quick feel of his crotch. She looked over at me and stuck her tongue out while Doug growled and started giving her neck another hickey to add to her collection.
As I pulled myself from the Rubbermaid trashbin and slipped my oversized shorts back up, Becky came over to me while Vess started to gasp and wiggle under Doug's handling.
"Come on," Becky said grabbing me by the over used handle while the other two sank back down to the floor.
She led me out to the living room, happily leaving Vess's gasps behind. But as started climbing the stairs to the second floor, we both couldn't help but snicker from Vess's loud voice saying "Wake UP, you asshole and finish what you started!"
"Wow!" I said when we entered her bedroom.
"You like?" she grinned as she shut the door and locked it.
Her big white canopy bed was in the center of a room filled with white teddy bears of all sizes and shapes. Her bed had at least ten of them resting against the pillows, and the top was loaded with them too. The bears were everywhere, little tiny ones sitting on the window sill, a giant one which doubled as a chair, and three sitting on her dresser in various poses that made them look like they were offering to help comb her hair.
The floor ended not at the soft white walls, but at a line of bears which circled the room. Bears were peeking out the closet, keeping the books on her shelves from falling over, helping with her homework by her desk, and even holding the large round clock up high enough to be seen from the bed.
"Its... Incredible!" I exclaimed. "How did you get all these bears?"
"My uncle makes them. Every time I see him, he gives me another one," she said, picking one off her bed and stroking its fur affectionately.
I felt a bit out of place as she separately picked up and carried each bear off her bed and placed them on a empty shelf after kissing them on their foreheads. She treated them like they were all her babies, her emotions a steady calm unlike the troubled waters she had less than a half an hour before.
I almost gave into my heart's desire to make her forget everything about me and what we had done that afternoon, wanting to simply vanish from her life so I could always remember her mothering her bears with the love and gentleness I never believed anyone could give a stuffed toy. But when the last bear was comfortably seated on the crowded shelf, she came over to me and looked at my face while I stared at the happy faces of her bears.
"What's wrong?" she asked softly.
"I've done something horrible to you, haven't I. I should have never tried to..."
"You haven't done anything but try and give me what I wanted," she said, still looking at me. "I don't blame you for anything. Why should you?"
"Because. Damn it, Becky. I made a promise to myself a long time ago never to be a girl's first unless I loved her. I've broken that promise twice now, and that's out of three..."
She turned away from me suddenly, but not quickly enough to see I had said something that had upset her. I opened my mouth to ask her what, but then realized my error and knew I would have to correct it in actions and not words.
I silently got down on my knees while issuing the commands to create the illusion I wanted, then closed my eyes, clasped my hands together and placed them over my heart.
With my face as relaxed and pleasant looking as possible, I said in a gentle voice, "But I do love you now, Becky."
I nearly ruined my surprise when she took longer to turn around than I had expected, but just before I was about to open my eyes to see what was going on, I heard the gasp and waited for her next move.
"Oh my God.. Tim?" she said, finding I had turned myself into a white teddy bear for her.
I watched through her mind, seeing myself as a cuddly white bear with his paws covering his heart in a gesture of love. I was impressed at how real I appeared. Even though it had been my idea and commands, it was her imagination actually doing the work.
"Tim?" she mewed softly, getting down on her knees in front of me.
She extended her hand out to touch my face, but before it could made contact, she jerked it back uncertain whether her touch could harm me.
"Tim!? Please say something!?" she cried starting to get scared.
"I love you," I said without moving anything more than my lips.
"You do?" she said with mixed emotions.
"I do," I said opening my eyes and smiling, then holding my arms spread apart in the universal sign for a hug.
Becky's eyes teared up as her mouth broke out in a grin. She move towards me to give me the hug I wanted, hesitating only a second at the sight of my teddy bear paws.
I hugged her warmly, finding her hug feeling better than I imagined it would. I found myself feeling better about the things I had allowed myself to do with her, and even added a few of my own sniffles to hers as we hugged for seemingly forever.
An idea occurred to me as our mutual embrace was coming to an end, and issued a few new instructions similar to the first. As my vision blurred a moment, I felt my skin suddenly tingle all over while Becky gasped again, then pulled away to look at Becky who was examining her fur covered arms and paws.
"What's the matter, Becky Bear? Haven't you ever imagined what it felt like as one of your bears?"
"I can't believe it! How did you do it? Never mind, I don't want to ruin it. Thank you, Timmy Bear!" she said, giving me a bear kiss on my cheek.
I watched her prance around the room, talking to her fellow bears and having a grand old time, feeling very content and happy about the way things were turning out. I was sure after we made love Becky would have enough control over her submissive desires to be stable again. And that's when I wondered what it would be like to make love to her as a teddy bear.
The squawk I made stopped her dance short, and she immediately came back over to me and said, "What's the matter, Timmy Bear?"
"Oh, nothing. It was just a bit of a shock to find.." I paused, feeling my cheek fur glowing red.
"Find what?" she said, following my eyes to my crotch.
Her laughter only made my embarrassment even worse, but I had to chuckle myself
when she spread her legs apart and exclaimed, "Silly bear! Didn't you know teddy's don't have genitals?"
Then I got a horny idea, and momentarily peeked through the illusion my imagination was providing. Becky watched with curiosity as I turned around and wiggled my loose shorts and boxers off, not suspecting what I was doing even though it should have been perfectly obvious.
"What ARE you doing," she said, moving closer to look.
I closed the gap in my illusion, allowing my vision to return to teddy bear land, then was pleased by the end result moments before Becky Bear's paws turned me around.
"Oh my teddyness," she said, gaping at my teddy bear dick.
Actually, it looked just the same as it always did to me, except for the hair being white that is. I was disappointed to find Becky's mind down sizing it to teddy bear proportions, but I didn't attempt to alter it.
I saw her expression change again, finding my cock to drag the submissive feelings out of her like oil in water.
"Hey Becky Bear," I said, capturing her eyes with mine and leaning forwards for a kiss.
After kissing her submissive lips, I looked lovingly into her eyes and said, "I love the Becky who likes to kiss back. The Becky who knows what she wants and does what she likes, not what I want and what I like. Please don't do this again?"
"Okay, Timmy Bear," she said happily before knocking me onto my back and landing on top of me. "If you want me to do what I want.."
The kiss she gave me took my breath away. God, I was surprised by her attitude reversal. Becky was even starting to get a little rough with her handling of my balls while raping my mouth with everything she could muster.
I was ready to do just about anything she said by the time she broke off her attack. While we both panted like bears on a hot day, she managed to say, "Lets get out of the bear suits and try out the bed like a pair of humans, okay?"
"Okay," I said as I canceled our illusions.
"No wonder I couldn't feel anything," she said, rubbing her hand across her crotch. "I forgot we.. I still had clothes on."
"Not for long," I said, picking her up and carrying her to the waiting bed.
Without any need for words, we rejoined our lips together while I worked steadily at removing the shorts and the lower half of her bathing suit before we broke apart long enough to remove our shirts and her swim suit's top piece.
Becky was distracted by the incredibly strong submissive desires from looking at my dick, but managed to successfully shrug them off and looked up at me with a smile.
That smile just pulled me up to her like a magnet, and while I slowly made love to her lips, I found her laying down on her back while gently pulling me on top of her.
Some people say one woman's body is pretty much like the next, and after a while they all seem the same. I have never found that to be true, always finding something very unique with each woman's body I made love to.
I will always distinguish Becky's body from the rest by her incredibly virgin pussy. I know that sounds pretty pathetic, but even though I had already taken her virginity once, I would have never known it as I slipped my cock into her hot tight puss, not even thinking about the missing hymen.
In fact, because she was on bottom that time, Becky's love canal was just as tight or tighter than it had been. But more importantly, the responses she gave me were more true to that of a virgin feeling the pleasure of her first dance under the sheets. Her gasps, moans, kissing lips, and exploring hands were all that of a newly made woman who I would strive to make orgasm at least twice before sharing my own with her.
And after her second, I was pleasantly surprised and physically relieved when she forced me on my back and proceeded to fuck me madly with every intention of making me cum with or without her.
So when Becky sat up and started to fuck me like that, I switched on my magic touch, making her body shiver as it felt the pleasure emanating from my fingertips. Her body quickly followed my movements, letting herself be guided back down to rest against my chest, then passively, yet not submissively, allowed me to stroke her body's nerves, making her entire torso feel the pleasure similar to what my dick felt as she continued to hump it with her tight puss.
I devoured her tits with my tongue and lips, felt her ass enough to remember each and every inch of it, then finally whispered to her I was ready. She replied with a deep kiss, then sat back up and started to hump with renewed energy.
My magic touch drove her beyond her normal lust, beyond her ability to feel her exhaustion, only feeling the pleasure and promised bliss of her steadily building orgasm.
As her sweat dripped off her body to rain down on mine, I joined in her desperate and loud moans, feeling us close to the promise land. I nearly started crying as she emitted a most wonderful growling moan as we erupted together, her voice so loud and strong that it made my ears ring.
My dick had finished spurting its meager amount of cum several moments before her own climax reached its absolute peak. But when that happened, her eyes rolled up into her head as her moan faded into silence, and while I was easing her unconscious body down to rest on top of me, the door to her room suddenly was broke open by her brother.
"BECKY!!" he cried as I moved her nude helpless form onto her back beside me. "I'LL KILL YOU LITTLE MOTHER FUCKER FOR WHAT YOU'VE DONE TO HER!"
"Shhh!" I said calmly. "Don't wake her. She's dreaming about her bears."
As my commands struck home in his head, the rage in eyes promptly changed into a look of endearment for Becky.
"Were you gentle with her?" he said after helping me pile the bears around her nude body and then followed me out of her room.
I nodded as I quietly closed the door behind me.
"Good. Say, you want a drink?"
"Uhm, thanks. Maybe some other time?"
"Sure, anytime, Tommy."
"Timmy," I reminded him.
"No, my name is.... My name is.... VESS! I forgot my fucking name!" he said finding himself returning to his humorous mood again.
"SHHH! Not so loouudd.." Vess snickered from the bottom of the stairs, nude, legs spread wide, and holding the bottle of Jack Daniels in her hand.
"Hey Vess.. Becky isn't a virgin no more," Doug said to her as he took the bottle from her limp hand to take another swig.
Then he said to me, "Vess hasn't been a virgin for a long time, have you sexy Vessy," Dougy Wuggy said
"NOPE!" she said rolling her head towards us. "Why? He wanna fuCK!"
Doug stopped in mid gulp and looked over at me. He stared at me while taking another few gulps, then exaggerated the "Tch AAHHHH" sound he made.
"Yeah, how about it, Tommy boy. You up to fucking my slutty girl friend?"
"EWWW, you know what that does to me," Vess said, trying to operate her finger to frig herself.
I glanced at the clock on the mantle, and figured I had about a half hour to kill before I would have to leave to meet Teri.
"Sure, why not," I said, accepting the bottle from Doug.
I nearly spit it out all over them when I tried to imitate their gulps and found my throat on fire.
"SHIT!" I choked out. "What the hell did you put in this? Gasoline?"
"Aww! He guessed the secwet ingwed...iant!" Vess sputtered.
Doug walked over to a big vase and placed his finger over his lips in a hushing gesture, then pulled out a bottle of clear liquid and funnel. He brought them over to me and slipped the funnel in the neck of the Jack Daniels. I watched as he refilled the Jack Daniels with a third of the 200 proof bottle's contents.
"Shit," I said, realizing that I would probably get drunker than they were if I had took even two more gulps of the stuff.
Doug took another couple of swigs before exclaiming, "WHOA! Hey Vess! It really has some kick to it now."
"Lemetwy," she said, holding her hand out limply while not bothering to raise her head up.
"Not until Tommy fuggs you, you slut," he said wickedly while handing me the bottle again.
Suddenly I found myself feeling the famous peer pressure that teens are famous for giving into. Doug's eyes never let up as he waited for me to take another sip from the bottle. I felt a strong desire to fit in overcome the knowledge I shouldn't do it, and finally took another sip very carefully.
"GOD!" I said with the fumes I felt rising from my scorched throat.
But after feeling his surprisingly steady stare beat down on me, I took another two gulps, and finally found relief when he turned around to place the other bottle back in its hiding place. It wasn't until he stumbled and fell right at my feet by the stairs that I realized I was already feeling the warm giddy sensations of the alcohol. I felt relaxed and comfortable, and started to even smile a little as Doug picked himself up with a stupid grin on his face.
"Oops, I twipped," he said.
I giggled like a ten year old, which only made the other two laugh as well. I was feeling really good, like we were old friends enjoying each other's company, and didn't resist taking another swig.
"You know? I think I'm getting the hang of thith," I said, trying to see the fumes from my breath.
"I don remember. Am I gonna fugg someone? Or something?" Vess said from the base of the steps.
My dick woke up immediately, and I swore I could feel the alcohol rush to my hardening dick. So to replenish my supply, I took two big gulps, then gasped out, "YEAH.. I'm going to fugg.. fuck you."
When I got up, I found my legs not as sure as they had been when I had sat down on the step. Doug, having expected my loss of coordination, reached up and steadied me, then managed to help me get down the last three steps without me falling flat on my face.
I must have been saying "shit" every three seconds, finding it impossible to lower my drawers without having to stop and steady myself to keep from landing on the floor.
"What's the madder?" Doug said, standing next to me, dick in hand.
"I can't fuggen get my pants off, man," I said, trying again.
"Here, let me do it," he said setting the bottle down and carefully lowering himself on his knees.
I straightened myself out, finding the air up at that level in the room to be a little thin. I noticed a colorful picture I hadn't seen before, and quickly became fascinated by the way the waves in the background seemed to actually be moving. My mind was occupied by this, I only faintly felt my shorts and boxers slipping down my legs.
"Wow.." I heard Doug say from below.
"What," I replied, not taking my eyes off the little boy standing on the sea shore waving at me.
"Your dick is so straight. Mine's like bent one way a little. See?"
I glanced down, and confirmed what he said, then looked back up and found the little boy wasn't waving, but masturbating.
"From the way its curved, you'd have to fuck a girl doggy style to reach her g-spot."
"Really?" Doug said looking at his dick like it was something new.
"Yeah. I haven't been able to reach the g-spot on every girl I've fucked, but I've reached enough of them to know."
"Wow. So you like fuck a lot of girls?" he said with a strange sound to his voice.
"I guess."
"You ever fuck a guy?" he asked.
I glanced down at him, making him shift his gaze from my dick to my face, then said nervously, "Just wondering."
I looked back up to the picture and watched as the big fat girl came over to the little boy and started sucking him.
"Yeah, I've fucked a couple of guys."
"Did you let them, like, fuck you too?"
"Yeah, that was the best part."
"Why?"
"'Cause, it was. The best sex I've had was with my best friend Joey fuck my ass while I fucked my girlfriend Suzi. She has a nice ass too."
"Shit," he said, pounding his meat really fast.
I watched the little boy fuck the ass of the big fat girl, not really caring whether Doug gave into his drunken lust and sucked my dick into his mouth like he was fantasizing. But when I felt his breath on the head of my dick, I closed my eyes and happily anticipated his mouth that never came. When I opened my eyes a minute later, I found him passed out, still sitting up with his dick in his still hand.
"Fuck," I said, really wanting someone to suck me off.
"Whadhedo?" Vess said. "Hefallasleeponya"
"Yeah, right before he was going to blow me, too."
"He was?" she said with a surprisingly clear voice.
"Yeah," I said looking hopefully over at her.
"I can't believe he was that drunk. He's the biggest fag hater I've ever met."
"How come you're not drunk?" I said, my eyes landing on her open pussy.
"I'm drunk. Just not that drunk. It's more fun to fake it and watch him fuck himself up," she said grinning.
"Whad he mean about you not being a virgin for a long time?"
"Doug and I first did it when we were eight. We've never had sex with anyone but each other. So stop looking at me like that. He would have never let you actually do it."
"You wanna bet? He was so horned out from the idea, he was thinking about going up stairs and trying his sister out."
"You're just saying that to make me want to fuck you out of revenge," she said, teasing me by spreading her legs a little wider.
I felt my lust wash through me, driving my drunken brain to malfunction in ways that were not healthy to others around me. Especially to those who were spreading their legs apart while my hardon was begging to dive between them to sniff out that g-spot I was bragging about.
As the commands somehow made it to their destinations despite my rotten aim, I reached for the bottle and managed to swallow another gulp before hearing Vess gasp.
"I take it you might like the idea of me fucking your slutty fuck slit," I said, waving my dick in front of her increasingly lust filled face.
"Noo.." she said, licking her lips nervously.
"Are you sure you wouldn't like my nice, big, straight pleasure rod slipping into your pussy and making you moan on the top of your lungs?"
"UHHH!" she said, slipping her fingers into her slit and began to fuck herself.
"Nothing could feel as good as my penis fucking you and fucking you and cumming inside you..." I said hypnotically.
"Uhhh?"
"Yes, that's it. You do want it, don't you."
"Uhhh huh?"
"Say you want it."
"I... I want it."
"Say you want my penis inside your vagina," I teased.
"I want your fucking cock up my PUSSY!" she screamed.
"That's fugging behher," I said as I tried to move myself into position.
"Oh hurry UP! Fuck me! Fuck me NOW! GET IT IN ME! OHHHH! I GOTTA HAVE IT IN ME!" she yelled in my face as I struggled to figure out how to get my relaxing member into her cunt.
The combination of her yelling and the strange twisting of my body from trying to aim my cock at her already humping crotch triggered a most unpleasant side affect of having too much to drink.
"Uhhhck... I'm gonna be sick," I said, trying to relax on top of her.
Unfortunately, I had made her so desperate to have me fuck her, she wasn't about to let me relax. Her body was constantly in motion, as well as her mouth as she begged, threatened, and screamed for me to fuck her. That only made my condition worse, and with in moments of her succeeding in getting my soft cock inside her, I was struggling to get away from her to go throw up somewhere.
"TIM! What are you DOING!" I heard a familiar voice exclaim.
"Help me!" I said, reaching with my right hand and frantically waving it around so she could see me. "I gotta puke and she wone leh me!"
Becky grabbed my arm and started pulling, finding it more difficult than she thought from my drunken limp state. The two girls were pulling me a part, making me lose what control I had left and I felt it starting to come up.
But then suddenly I was free of Vess's grasp, and I found myself flying towards the vase that had the bottle of poison in it. Becky let go, and I managed to make it to the vase just as it started to come out of my mouth and nose. Unfortunately, instead of barfing in it, I knocked it over and wound up puking on its remains.
That was just about the low point of the evening, not that it got much better. Once I had thoroughly soiled their living room carpet with my digestional juices, I passed out and apparently lost bladder control. I don't remember anything until at some point when my mom showed up to take me home. You could say she was just a little pissed at me. Especially since I had apparently switched Vess's desperate sexual needs towards Doug at some point and she had to "restrain" her before she killed him.
Not that Doug complained, mind you. In fact he sent me a thank you present a few days after I had straighten Vess out. I got a nice big bottle of Jack Daniels which I promptly poured down the drain. Okay, so I did take a sip. But I was just a little curious at what it tasted like without the 200 proof added. I hate to say it, but... It definitely was missing something. And that wouldn't be the last time I would have a run in with old Jack.